Demons And Drag.
So this is the beginning of a story I wrote. I wanted it to be more visible so I’m posting it here. Art will eventually be posted with it. It has been edited.
So I present to you,
Demons and Drag.
The flickering lights of their crappy agency was annoying the demon who was gazing at her reflection in the dirty mirror as she applied her lipstick.
"Surri, hurry up. Boss said he wants this job done before midnight," her brother called into the room while passing by.
"Yeah, yeah, Anitri. I'll be right there." She called back.
She brushed her fingers along her foxish ears, making sure there hairs were all facing the same direction, and arose from her seat. She walked out of the room, hips swaying with her tail, the way any sucubus in this industry would.
"Ready?" She asks her brother.
"Always," he answered, his fangs showing with his sly smile.
***
"Lemme get this straight," Jem said, in full drag attire. "You want me, to let you, someone who has no experience, go up on my stage and sing your pretty little heart out because your 'daddy' will pay me to?"
The girl nodded, insistently.
Jem sighed, placing a manicured hand to their face.
"Listen darling, that's not how it works here. We have people who have been doing this for years performing, and if they're new we've screened them, they've auditioned, and we've scheduled their performance. We don't just let anyone who wants to perform on a whim on my stage. If you want to perform on my stage, we can discuss this later but right now I've got a show to start." They finish and turn to take to the stage.
Dress billowing, Coco Rose stands center stage and starts the night.
"Welcome all you morally ambiguous people!"
***
"We're here," Anitri said, glancing at his phone. "Target is Dr. Nano Gunther. Has been proven to overdose patients with mal intention, forcing patients to add him into their will then killing them off, purposefully botching surgeries, this guys a sicko. And he's all yours."
Surri glares at him, his smirk still on his face when she faces the door.
"Piece of cake," she says as she strides into the club in her short black dress.
She walks right up to the bar and takes a seat, glancing the stage where a bubbly drag queen was preforming a rather childish song. When she returned her attention to the bar another queen was to be seen, mixing drinks. She had on a rosy dress that poofed out from the waist down.
"What can I get you, darling?" they asked.
"A glass of wine would be marvelous," Surri said sweetly.
"Coming right up, sugar" the queen said.
While the queen was working on getting the wine and glass, Surri's eyes scanned the club for her target.
"Who you lookin for?" The queen asked, pushing the wine towards Surri.
"Oh no one, I just like to people watch."
"Well, people round here are pretty interesting, I'm Coco Rose."
"Surri, Surri Turazora."
"Nice to meet you, Surri."
"Likewise."
Coco leaned over the bar and whispered, "You shouldn't leave your phone on, he's in the third booth from the bathrooms."
Surri's eyes widened and she quickly turned off her phone, then her eyes watched Coco Rose to see what their reaction was but they were cleaning glasses a few feet over.
Surri got out of her seat and walked away, shaking her head at the interaction.
She found the booth and walked by with her head held high, her hip out and her tail a-swaying. She can feel the Doctor's eyes on her as she heads to small table by the stage. She spots her brother in the corner of her eye, talking to Coco Rose, the drag queen from earlier.
After a few minutes, the doctor slides into the chair across from Surri.
"Hey, babygirl," he said, trying to seem attractive.
He was thin and tall, with short black hair and dull blue eyes. The only interesting thing about him was the scar that was on his jaw.
"Hiya handsome, come here often," Surri asked, in her sweetest voice.
"From time to time, you here alone?"
Red flag.
"Oh yeah, I was scouting the place out for my friends bachelorette party."
"Good," he said, sliding closer to her.
She cringed internally, he's just like most of her marks. A totally creep, who wouldn't know how to except a no if it kicked him in the nuts.
He chats her up a bit while the drag queen finishes her song and asks her if she wants to come with him somewhere a bit more private.
Spotting her opening she agrees and goes along with him, trying not to gag as his arm wraps around her waist.
They head to one of the private rooms that he apparently rented out.
'This is it,' Surri thought to herself as the Doctor sat in a chair, legs apart, patting his lap.
She walked up to him, placed her hand on his shoulder and sat in his lap.
He leaned close to her.
His sudden intake of breath was heard clearly through the room. He pushed her off of him and clutched his side.
She flicked her dagger to get some of the blood off it before turning her gaze back towards him.
"But I thought you were into pain, Sir," she said, knowing full and well that he wanted to correct her but as her poisoned laced dagger had made its mark, he knew it was a fruitless effort.
"Why," he breathed out as he crumbled to the floor.
"Because you are a disgusting creature that no one deserves to encounter."
And with that she stabbed him through his head.
...
Jem is watching the entrance to one of their private rooms that they saw that Surri chick head through with that creep. They let out a very soft sigh when they saw her leave the room, unharmed, but alone.
Jem watched Surri approach that tall, lanky fellow they meet earlier. Anitri. They look similar, twins perhaps?
They left after a few words.
Jem slide out from behind the bar, signaling for Delphine Lulu to take over.
They walked over to the room and opened the door slowly, hand ready to grab their pepper spray from their skirt if necessary, only to be shocked at the sight.
The creep lay crumpled on the floor, head twisted, two stab wounds; both of which were green and foaming.
Dead.
"Now I have to replace the carpet again," Jem muttered.
...
"Anitri, are you sure about this?" Surri asked him as they entered the lobby of the apartment building. They were going to meet with a person who was looking for some new roommates.
They stood in the elevator, Anitri swaying along to the music while he fiddled with the sleeves of his crimson sweater. Surri just picked at her nails, she had got blood on them the other night and it wouldn't come out, so she just made a design out of it.
The door opened and the walked a ways down the hall and knocked on the door.
The person to open the door had short black hair that faded to a vibrant green. They were taller than Surri but shorter than Anitri and had dark brown skin with a blotchy pinkish birthmark on their left shoulder. They looked unimpressed.
They stared the twins down for a second before they spoke.
"Oh, your the ones who murdered that guy at my bar."
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no one fucking tells you this so here it is:
when signing out forms to apply for disability / filling out a form for diagnosis
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like, my doctor added in the conditions like “yeah, they can feed themselves when not stressed” “they can do this when not stressed”
but how I should have filled it out was more like
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Howdy, I’m Sonny, your local enby demiboy and I’m here to talk about ✨names✨
Okay so this is mostly a personal rant (feel free to skip)
Ok so
The summer before 8th grade I had determined I didn’t like being called my legal name or the (god damned) nickname that came with it. So I started thinking about names that could pass as nicknames for my legal name.
I was listening to musicals like I often do and in the heights came on, and I guess you can see where this is going.
I chose my name in honor and reference to Sonny and kept that spelling as a way to convince that it was derived from legal name.
And so I started introducing myself as Sonny. It made me happy, when people call me Sonny I would be more excited to answer, and my mom started introducing me to her friends as Sonny.
Mind you, I changed my name before I determined it was okay for me to question my gender.
When I accepted that I wasn’t cisgender I started to think of ways I could either come out to my mother or gain comfort without.
I have determined that I shouldn’t come out, not with how my mom see’s people who fall out of the binary and even those who just don’t associate with their AGAB.
But I started to drop hints that I dislike how my figure falls. Y’know specifically the stupid flash sacks hanging from my torso.
This is about the time that things started to change.
My mom stopped introducing me as Sonny.
It was slow at first
“Oh this is Sonny”
“Oh this is my DAUGHTER, *legal name* but SHE goes by Sonny”
“This is *legal name*”
“This is *god damn evil nickname*”
I don’t know if she suspects something, but she’s the type to confront you if she is suspicious.
That’s how I got dragged out of the closet as asexual.
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I don’t need to be acknowledged correctly.
I don’t have to feel comfort or joy when someone addresses me.
I don’t think that’s just me.
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Demons and Drag pt 2
Anitri and Surri sat on Jem's couch patiently as Jem brewed tea in the kitchen.
Anitri looked around the tidy apartment, staring at the rose mural on one of the walls. All other walls were white with forest green trims. It was rather peaceful with classical musical playing gently in the background.
A black fluffy, possibly fat, cat walked into the room, and stopped. Staring at the two strangers on the couch. It meowed loudly, fur puffing up on its neck.
"Lordie, leave them alone." Jem said as they walked in with a tea tray.
Anitri chuckled at the cats name. Surri narrowed her eyes at Jem. She's trying to understand the height difference. Yesterday Jem or Coco Rose as they're otherwise known, appeared to be about 6'5"yesterday. Now they seemed maybe 5'10". Seven inch shoes are nothing to sneeze at, but they perform in those. Wow.
"So," Jem started, "If you stay here, you will have to pay half the rent, along with obey a few rules."
The twins exchanged a look before Surri spoke their concern.
"What rules?"
Jem looked over the rim of their mug.
"No copulation in the apartment," Jem deadpanned, "Don't leave clothes in the bathroom unless you want them covered in fur, and don't touch my plants."
Anitri giggled over the use of the word copulation, while Surri rolled her eyes.
"Y'know, just because we're concubus, that doesn't mean we're sex fiends." Surri scoffed.
Jem quirked up their eyebrow in confusion and continued, "That's not what I was implying, sorry for the misunderstanding. I'm simply uncomfortable with any sort of happenings like that and do not wish for anyone to partake in such acts in my home. That would be a rule regardless of your race, species, gender or other components. Simply a boundary."
Surri was mildly surprising at how put together and generous Jem was being to them. She didn't exactly expect someone who knew them to be assassins to treat them so kindly, or even let them in their house.
"Oh, one more rule." Jem said, placing their cup gently on their coaster.
Anitri leaned his over, head on his hands as the were on his knees, "Yeah?"
"If you get blood on the floor," Jem said with a slight smirk, "Please use the rags in the purple bucket located next to the washer to wipe up the blood."
Surri wasn't completely shocked that Jem wasn't against their business but it's still appalling to hear someone so nonchalantly tell you that murder is okay.
"Well," Jem said, standing from their seat, "Do we have a deal?"
Anitri looks over to Surri with a smile. Surri sighs and stands.
"I believe we do," she answers, reaching out her hand to shake.
Jem smiles for the first time and shakes her hand.
"Let me show you the rooms."
Jem walked down one of the halls, Anitri hopping up to follow behind them quickly while Surri strolled along cautiously.
They walked by a door or two before reached the first room option.
It was a blank slate. It had a reasonable amount of space, a bathroom, and a sliding door closet. The floors were wood and the walls were pale grey. The window showed the city in all its underwhelming glory.
The next room was down the hall a bit more. It also had grey walls and wood floors but it had a smallish walk in closet, a two sink bathroom and a bay window overlooking the coast through the buildings.
"Dibs!" Anitri screeched, running to look out the window.
Jem turned towards Surri with a look that asked if she cared to challenge him. Surri shook her head with a chuckle.
Her brother may be the same age but he was so youthful. His spirit hasn't been crushed by the world yet.
'And we're going to keep it like that.' She thought to herself.
"Well," Jem's voice breach's Surri's thought, "If y'all need help moving in, feel free to ask, and if I'm not enough to help, I have a real eager to help friend."
Jem makes their way back down the hall towards the living room when they pause by the halls opening.
"Any questions?"
Surri remembered the busted up combat boots by the door that we're definitely to small for Jem.
"Whose boot are by the door?"
Jem looks over their shoulder with an almost quizzical look.
"They're Emily's."
I love all things frog, mushroom, rainbow high… I have Ehlers danlos syndrome and use both a rollator and a cane. Enby that is bad at making friends but likes to have them. I adore many cartoons but haven’t seen even more.
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